TIAN GUAN CI FU Fan fic stories

HONEYSUCKLE

Sheer suits him.

Xie Lian turns around once in the mirror, admiring and adjusting to his shape.

Fresh out of the bath, his skin is supple and shining with sweet oils. The robe is only draped over his shoulders because he can't quite bring himself to slip into it properly yet.

He trails his fingers up his arm, from wrist to shoulder, then across his chest. It's eye-catching to say the least.

Matched with the natural swell of his ass... Years of encounters, being pulled this way and that by perfumed women on the street flaunting their curves, leaves him with the word hourglass .

Xie Lian doesn't admire himself often at all, usually letting Hua Cheng monopolize that task. But today he spends a little excess time in the mirror.

The past few days have been more excess time than not for him; rather more quiet than usual. Hua Cheng can't say the same, and his absences, although never inordinate, always toe the line of too long .

It took eight hundred years for Xie Lian to relearn restlessness, thanks in full to his husband. And not only that: he's also beginning to try his hand at shamelessness .

He finally wraps the robe around his waist and ties a hasty knot, although it really hides nothing. And what is a surprise if not well-hidden? His outer robe slips easily over top and he makes his way through the winding halls to their living quarters.

Mostly leisure space, there's only one room Hua Cheng has exclusively dedicated to work. Peeking into said room, Xie Lian sees him bent over his desk with two fingers to his temple. It's just as likely he's speaking with someone in his private communication array as it is he's massaging out a headache. Xie Lian pads around the corner, into their bedroom, on light toes.

Most of the rooms in Paradise Manor are curtained in velvet or windowless altogether to keep out the sun, but their bedroom not only opens onto the courtyard through a moon gate dripping with beads, but also has a number of paper-screen windows set high into the wall that filter sun through the canopy.

Xie Lian loves waking up bathed in the rays of dawn, but he'd put up a mild fuss initially since Hua Cheng is, obviously, sensitive.

"The sun doesn't bother me at all when I have gege to look at."

"Seeing gege dyed in gold distracts me from anything else."

"Since gege likes it so much, I would naturally appreciate it too."

And so on and so forth.

Xie Lian carefully positions himself on the edge of the bed, facing away from the door. He clutches the sheets tight and holds them for a second before smoothing them down again.

"...San Lang?" he calls.

He doesn't get a response immediately, not until the bed is dipping behind him and the voice is soft at his ear. "What is gege calling this one for?"

Xie Lian peeks over his shoulder. "...Brush my hair for me?"

Hua Cheng hums and presses a kiss to his shoulder. "I would've bathed you, given the chance."

He picks up the fine-toothed comb, carved from black jade, and starts working it through Xie Lian's hair. It's the kind of soothing intimacy he's grown accustomed to and struggles to remember how he had lived so long without.

Hua Cheng moves slowly, combing from his roots to the ends of his still-damp hair in an unhurried loop. He tucks Xie Lian's hair behind his ears and holds it out from his back so as not to get his robes wet.